Bomb Disposal Elite

Until the red light at the intersection turned green, and the stationary traffic moved again, Sean sighed softly, "Haukins, I am not White, and I will never be White. If you want to look at other people through me Alone, you will be disappointed in the end. I told you once, no matter how much you want to catch Montero, don't cross your bottom line, it will kill you. I also have my own bottom line, I know exactly where that line is." Sean shook his wrist, "Take out the key."

"Not here." Howkins replied quickly.

"Even if I handcuff one hand, I'm sure I can still beat you up." Sean was already a little helpless, and there was a deep emptiness under the helplessness, "You are not a child anymore, Hawkins."

"Even if I had the key, I wouldn't open it." Hawkins approached Sean, "I won't let you go."

"Hawkins! I've already said that I won't be anyone's substitute!" Sean also stared at him, and the place where his eyes met was full of gunpowder. beat each other.

"You are not White. I know very well." Hawkins also clenched his fists, not out of anger, but out of patience.He didn't know how to put it all into words, but he knew he had to keep Sean.As long as he lets go this time, he really can't have Sean anymore.

"You don't know!" Sean pulled him into an alley surrounded by trash cans, pressed him against the wall, and began to grope his body vigorously, looking for the key.

Hawkins pressed his wrist, "I said, the key is not with me."

"Fuck you!" Sean punched him in the face, "Get out the keys!"

"Don't you believe it?" Hawkins stood up slowly, began to take off his coat, shook it and hung it on his wrist, then the T-shirt, and slowly peeled off his body, revealing the skin inch by inch, It was a tantalizing process, and when he started to undo the cuff of his jeans, Sean stopped him.

"Enough! Where is the key?" Sean lowered his voice and asked him. The people who had been with him looked at them curiously, but to be honest, Sean didn't mind. Anyway, Hawkins was the one who undressed.

"My mother's friend," Hawkins said slowly.

"Then take me to him!" Sean glanced at the clothes hanging on his wrist, "Also! Put on your clothes! This is not a pool show!"

"He's in Miami." After Hawkins finished speaking, Sean felt like he was going to pass out.

"Then we'll find a lockpicker to open it!"

"Who do you want?" Hawkins tilted his head.

"I don't know! But I will always find it!"

Hawkins put on his clothes, and Sean dragged him to a telephone booth.

The two walked in, and Sean held out his hands towards Hawkins: "I want coins."

"I don't have coins, just bills and credit cards."

Sean didn't speak. He dug deep into his pocket for a long time, took out a coin, and smiled triumphantly at Hawkins.

He found a contact book from his bag and dialed a number.

The call is connected.

"Hi, this is NYPD."

"Hello, please help me pick up Sergeant Andre Lim." Andre is a volunteer soldier Sean met in Baghdad. After an EOD mission, Andre had a good impression of Sean, and the two joined forces. And Rick had a drink together.He completed his rotation earlier than Sean and returned to New York, and continued to be his policeman, but when he contacted him later, he said that he had been promoted to sheriff.

"Sheriff Lim is on duty now, please call after two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, or you can leave your contact information."

Sean closed his eyes. He remembered that he hadn't bought a mobile phone yet, "Then I'll call him tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Sean realized that Hawkins was sticking to his back, with one hand around Sean's face and propped on the glass wall of the phone booth, trapping Sean in this narrow space.

"Actually, you can report my mobile phone number." Hawkins said lightly.

Sean looked up at the sky and felt that he was so stupid. He didn't even need to insert coins, he just grabbed Hawkins' cell phone and used it, let alone squeezed into this phone booth.

The current posture couldn't be more ambiguous.

The tip of Hawkins' nose rested on Sean's cheek, his breath was so hot that it seemed to melt the glass around him.

"Get out." Sean turned around and tugged the hands that were handcuffed together, but Hawkins didn't intend to move.

In order not to rub his face against him, Sean leaned back, "I'll tell you, won't you squeeze in here?"

Hawkins still looked into Sean's eyes without reacting, and Sean also started pushing him hard.

"I really want to be with you." He said seriously.

"Then leave it to me to guess whether you have White or me in your head? Be quick! You can ask your friends in the FBI or CIA, whichever you go to the archives, you will definitely find many people who are similar to White! "

"It's also looking for someone similar to Sean Ives, not White." Hawkins squeezed half a step in, Sean's back was pressed against the phone, and his back was aching, "But I don't need Substitute, I only want you."

"Haukins, you are really powerful. When you speak out the stubbornness in your mind, it's like talking about love, but I'm already immune."

"After talking to Strong that day, I came to you. I did say 'I miss you' to White. But when I said 'I want to be with you forever', I knew , I'm talking about Sean Ives."

Sean turned his face away, meaning he didn't want to hear what he had to say.

"I was dreaming, I dreamed that White was killed, and you shook me awake. But you don't know that after that, I kept repeating another dream. I dreamed that you walked towards a bomb and I knew in my heart that it would explode. I Tried to tell you I wanted to pull you back, but I couldn't make a sound or move a step. I felt horrible...so I've been coming to you every night since. Not just because I want you to wake me up, but to make me I know you're right next to me and not walking towards some goddamn bomb."

Sean's heart skipped a beat. He always thought that Hawkins was just afraid of dreaming about White.

"I can't sleep. I can't sleep for a moment without you around. I asked Dr. Gray why. He said it was because I was subconsciously afraid of losing you."

Sean turned around, "Fortunately, I'm not just your sexual fantasy object or White's stand-in."

"At least in my sexual fantasies, White has never appeared." Hawkins' lips slowly leaned towards Sean.

Sean sneered, "It seems that you have a very noble spiritual love for White."

Hawkins' lips stopped on Sean's lips, "I'm a lunatic, I don't know what spiritual love is, that's what philosophers do, not lunatics."

Sean slowly closed his eyes, whether or not Hawkins was looking for the lost dream in him, at least he was persistently chasing after him.

"Then don't give me another chance to leave."

Hawkins pursed his lips, and the two looked very warm in this glass box.

Outside the phone booth, an old man was looking at them with a cane.

He originally wanted to knock on the glass door and tell them to move to another place if they want to be intimate so as not to hinder others from making calls, but the moment they hugged each other, the old man suddenly felt such a beautiful scene and couldn't bear to disturb it.

When Sean realized they were waiting outside, he gave Hawkins a push, "Get out. You like to be visited like a taxidermy in here?"

This time Hawkins stepped back obediently and opened the door of the phone booth.

The two finally came out. Hawkins seemed dissatisfied with the effect of the handcuffs, and still held Sean's hand.

Sean's mood was much calmer, and he didn't stride like he was trying to shake off Hawkins like before he entered the phone booth, nor did he have the expression on his face that wanted to turn him into mud.

So be it, if Howkins can keep holding him, let him see how far they can go together.

"Let's go get coffee," Hawkins said suddenly.

"what?"

"You said that if I leave Baghdad, I should go drink coffee or watch a movie or something." Hawkins lowered his eyes slightly, "But when doing these things, you must be by my side."

Sean was speechless. In fact, what he said was just to let Hawkins know how to enjoy life.

"Don't you think drinking coffee or watching a movie by yourself is something that young women in literature and art do?" Hawkins slowed down slightly, and Sean walked in front of him, and was slowly held back by him, "You are in my By your side, I can use the mood of chasing you to taste the taste of coffee or other leisure things."

Sean quietly discerned his expression, and then held his hand back.

"Go to that coffee shop called Cylon. The cappuccino is terrible, but the latte and black coffee are very good, and the waffles are pretty good."

Pushing the door open, Sean walked in front and led Hawkins to a seat by the window.

Sean ordered a latte, then looked at Hawkins.

"Black coffee, and a waffle."

The decor of this coffee shop is a bit old, but to survive in the trendy New York City area, there must be something unique about the coffee they brew.

Sean and Howkins could only sit side by side because they were handcuffed.Fortunately, there are seats for four people by the window, and there is a lot of traffic outside the window. Even if this street is not in rush hour, the traffic is still rushing.

There is no beautiful view outside the window, perhaps the only thing that makes people feel warm is inside the window.